..B: calling me a lyre?!Bloke goes to a costume party, stark naked, painted green with his girlfriend on his back. Someone asks ‘what are you suppos...ed to be?’, he replies ‘I’m a tortoise’. ‘What about her?’, he replies... ‘that’s Michelle’I told my doctor that when I travel from country to country I have the urge to get drunk. She told me I’m a borderline alcoholic.A man walked into a supermarket with his zipper down.A checkout chick walked up to him and said, “Your barracks door is open.”Not a. She was not a tomboy, and you could tell because she always wore makeup and short skirts with black leather-high-heels and fishnet stockings that barely reached her thighs. She would also wear fishnet stockings on her arms too. Her fingernails and toe nails were black. She is a white woman with class and she is also The perfect woman. She was 5 feet and 11 inches tall. She weigh about two-hundred and eighty six pounds and she was proud of her weight because big women are beautiful. She never. Dan held her chair for her as George asked, “How about desert anyone?!” “Uh, no thank you George, I really must be running along.” Michell quickly responded as she lightly touched Stan’s leg purposefully. Dan chimed in with an enthusiastic , “I’m stuffed….I couldn’t eat another bite!!” All of the others agreed that desert was out of the question. “Would you mind walking me to my car, George? It’s just around the corner” Michell asked. “Certainly Michell!”, George responded. After a while, I put up my legs on the couch and mentioned yeah it is little chilly aunty. To this she immediately responded by extending the quilt. Now both our feet where under the quilt some inches away. I kept shifting and inching towards her. Eventually I touched her feet with mine, and immediately apologized. After some time I started stretching and she said are you comfortable. I said yes aunty just that I need to stretch my legs. She immediately wanted to move to the side couch. I said.